At 08:14 PM 7/13/98 -0700, you wrote:

Is it possible for a fic to have a dark tone while giving a warm and fuzzy
feeling?

i hope so.. cuz that's how i tried to write one of my fics (o course it's
small enough to be a spamfic)

Stoking the Flame
A Dark/WAFF fic 
by P-R-P-Chan

	It was countless.  The number of friends she had lost to of her frequent
rages.  But it was only during those times that she was truly happy, the
euphoria that came with the anger made the whole world seem right,
offsetting whatever she lost.  The sheer power of the feeling, stronger
than any drug, which she and Ranma had experimented with near the end, more
consuming than any orgasm, he had given her plenty.  Nothing felt as good,
when the anger consumed her, no junkie or nympho felt this kind of pull,
addiction.  Her anger kept her warm inside, even after it had played out,
she still felt the effects for hours afterwords, basking in it, holding
onto it for as long as possible, comforting her.
	Only one person had understood her, going out of his way to upset her,
with cries of 'Kawaiikunee' and 'Otemba', but now he was gone, as they
forgot that S&M was about the pleasure of both, not just one.
	The anger started to build, as she knew it would, for that she loved him.
Even his memory could get her off now, but something new had intruded onto
her world, consequences.  Permanent ones.
	With a cry of 'Ranma no Baka', Akane swung her mallet viciously in a
downward arc, breaking Ranma's headstone, just like she had his neck.  As
the euphoria flowed through her, she curled into a ball over her dead
lover's grave, cradling the shattered headstone, as she had their lifeless
progeny.
	As Akane fell deeper into ecstacy, she kissed the soil she lay upon, the
earth in which her husband was enterred, silently mouthing 'I love you.'  
	She stood and brushed herself off.  Even though she missed him, his face,
his hair, his hands, caressing her breasts, his love, his petty insults,
his breasts, and most of all his anger; she never regretted his death, nor
did she feel guilt, Ranma himself had said he was only happy if she was.
So Akane knew, no matter where he was, Ranma was happy.

***
as i said, extremely short, the only thing stopping me from calling it a
spamfic is the fact that i feel it's my best work to date (and no ever
wants to think of their best as mere spam :P )